It will be infernally late for luncheon." "Come and have a drink before you start, anyway," said the O.C.; and he led the way back to the camp and into an enclosure made of bushes and logs in the rear of the mess, where rustic seats and a table had been constructed under the shade of a giant oak.

"It's rattling here in summer," he said, "and we have most of our meals out of doors.

Sit down, won't you?
Orderly!" "By Jove! you people are comfortable out here," said Harold.

"Wish I had a job of this sort." "Oh, I don't know, skipper; it would feed you up after a while, I think.
It's bally lonely in the evening, and we can't always get a car to town.
It's a damned nuisance getting out again, too." Then, as the orderly brought glasses and a bottle: "Have a spot.

It's Haig and Haig, Mackay, and the right, stuff." "Jolly good, sir," said that worthy critically.